Xun Chang Lu

In the autumn of 1970, 32-year-old traveler Wu Shu came to Anxi Town in the mountains of northern Fujian. He originally planned to rest for two days and then leave, but he saw seven kinds of prayer knots from different regions on the ancient banyan tree at the entrance of the town - this place was "not peaceful" and the locals had tried all kinds of methods. The days of a day laborer in a tea shop were uneventful until he discovered: There is no bell in the abandoned bell tower, but it rings loudly at seven o'clock every night; The ancient well in Zhenxi dried up overnight 22 years ago, and the bluestone on the well platform moved away on its own recently; Some people even heard children crying late at night on the river beach, and the phosphorus fire illuminated the curled-up light and shadow... Wu Shu knew that these were not legends. He has seen the thousand-year-old whispers in the Dunhuang caves, cleaned up the bronze bells that chimed on the way to drive corpses in western Hunan, and calmed the restless Zhenni in the Moroccan dye house. Everywhere he went, he stayed briefly, quietly repaired the cracks that "shouldn't exist", and then left, never leaving his name. But this time, the water in Anxi Town was deeper than he thought. The geological team's instruments detected readings that looked like living things in the ground. The old teacher's manuscript recorded the death of children once every thirty years, and the dark red "Child's Yin Knot" beside the well pointed to a story about the Nuo sacrifice that was deliberately buried... On the third night when the fog was getting thicker, Wu Shu stood by the old well, the copper compass in his hand slightly hot. He knows that if you see something, you can't pretend you didn't see it. Even if the cost is to alert those eyes hidden in the shadows that have been observing him for a long time. The story begins in a small town, It ends in the gap between all legends.